Wednesday, November 11, 2009

First.

To renew/ to new beginnings.

To breath ringed with snow.

To trudge on with cold paws, lukewarm tea, and a heart filled with curiosity.
And change.


It is going to start here.

More to come, but until then tread softly and mind your way.



With love,

The Ghost Hare.

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